Radicalized poet Podcast

Bill Gannett

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On the power of the word to promote thermonuclear love. billgannett.substack.com

06/18/2024

We are crying to our lord and master without peer

We are crying to our lord and master without peer:all but his long curly hair is small and cheap beer. We have lit a candle to his blazing presence,and written many a ghazal about his essence. We can’t help but sob a big puddle yet again:whatever we have to say ruins paper and pen! We have nothing at all to say that can exalt him;our best praise bumps along like a bloody hymn. We mumble to find a phrase that doesn’t quite snarl;it turns out our loving is nothing but a quarrel! We would shut up and forget all about such love-if we didn’t think someone else deserved a shove! To be sure, Darvish is inspired by two buck chuck;but we have to say, all but the beloved bloody sucks! Get full access to Radicalized Poet at billgannett.substack.com/subscribe

2 min
06/10/2024

Green grows the heart's longing, vines on fire

Green grows the heart’s longing, vines on fireBreathing your name in love’s ascending gyre. Green grows the longing heart skyward, brightTongues of flame praising the sweet Word of light. Your name, your bright name is our dawn laughterThat rises and resounds to announce the Master. Starlight dreams its way into sleeping stone,Becomes the gold hammered into your throne. The car that carries you across the skySings your bright name of mercy as it flies. Meher is light spilling infinite blissOn all galaxies throughout the universe. The tangle of wild roses in Darvish’s heartHave bloodied him with thorn and graceful art. Get full access to Radicalized Poet at billgannett.substack.com/subscribe

1 min
04/14/2024

Where the way and where the path...

Where the way and where the path that arrives at your feet?Open the door and open the heart that we abide in love street. We have heard, no man has increased his height by taking thought;We have heard, silence is genius that can never be taught. The sun rises, the sun sets, and the mind whirls ’round and ’round;And my beloved glides through the night, full, without a sound. I hold out my empty skull as a wine bowl for her to fill;Maybe, maybe this raging will be drowned, and become still. But by the beloved’s glance, the door to del is slammed shut;the heart will never reveal spirit, but chase some tawdry slut. Master, fill the crystal skull with wine that opens the doorand ushers me to regale you, like a drunk, on the floor. Darvish’s whining for a drink has become indiscreet;all his pounding has yet to open the door to love street. Get full access to Radicalized Poet at billgannett.substack.com/subscribe

2 min
08/31/2023

Shiva lingam vs. rocket dick.

The Shiva lingam is the ancient Indian representation of God’s creativity. It is the basis for Shaivite religious worship. It represents Shiva’s divine dick. Now, this is not at all embarrassing to the Indian spiritual mind. God, of course, must have a dick. After all, where did man get his dick, if not from God? Now, in keeping with all things modern, especially in the f*g end of the Kali Yuga, the symbolism has been reversed and weaponized. The phallic rocket and missile have come to denote the acme of man’s capacity for- not creativity, but destruction. Infinite destruction, in fact, as in thermonuclear destruction. Thus, modern man apes God: Civilized, rational, completely intelligent man, apes God. Man’s dick has come to represent the possibility of global annihilation. In other words, man’s dick has become spiritually impotent and completely destructive instead of a creative instrument for the expression of God’s will. Yet, world population has increased from an historic average of 200 million to almost 8 billion, in little over 200 years, in celebration of the end of the Kali Yuga. Indeed, man’s dick has been ever so busy mimicking God’s creativity that it has been exalted as an all powerful rocket that will first destroy the Earth, and then allow for our modern priests to escape to the heavens. Wow! What an almighty dick! Get full access to Radicalized Poet at billgannett.substack.com/subscribe

3 min
08/31/2023

The thirty raucous birds

The thirty raucous birdsin search of wise Simorgh,wandered mountain and valleyto sing with single tongue. Get full access to Radicalized Poet at billgannett.substack.com/subscribe

22 sec
07/28/2023

The Prophet smiles at all the warring tribes

The Prophet smiles at all the warring tribes,even though ridiculed by their many jibes. Christ laughs at the crown of thorns on his head:because of Mercy, he has only grace to shed. Majnun cried and cried for his lost Layla,and became perfect in mad love’s leela. Francesco, the greatest saint in historybecame the Word through holy poetry. The Eternal Living Ancient One is nowthe One in our hearts to whom we bow. All the Prophets and Masters of the pastdefer to the present Avatar, back at last. This-time Savior is full of such robust humor,that Darvish finds his old forms stale rumor. Get full access to Radicalized Poet at billgannett.substack.com/subscribe

1 min
05/15/2023

How the world cries for pie-in-the-sky and stellar bliss

How the world cries for pie-in-the-sky and stellar bliss,but no heaven or star ship can match the Friend’s kiss. God high in the empyrean is the distant father-deaf and dumb until embraced as our very brother. We have forgotten that God walks the earth as a man,his body an infinite mercy revealing his plan. He is the brother and Friend who attracts his companionsto share in the work that is his daily crucifixion. We have put him back in the sky, quoting some tired bookand invented rockets to go have an inquiring look. The prophets and masters are like the stars at night-beyond measure, showering grace upon man’s sight. Darvish loves Meher whose name means mercy and Sun,whose friendship declares to the universe, we are One. Get full access to Radicalized Poet at billgannett.substack.com/subscribe

2 min
05/10/2023

I have a dream of hoof beats pounding in the air

I have a dream of hoof beats pounding in the air,a horse with wings and sword that defeats despair. The hoof beat and proud neigh of my lord and master-my heart jumps a beat, then gallops even faster! White Kalki is coming to remove filth and ignorance,and truth and justice all across the earth dispense. Tenth in line of saviors for this Kali Yuga age,the purity of truth is his compassionate rage. Kalki has come to re-establish basic honesty;what now passes for such is perfect travesty. Corporate Big Fist has his hand in every humble pie:we have become devoted to the greed of our own lies. The White Horse avatar has come to fulfill our dreams;Darvish longs to ride along heart’s living stream. Get full access to Radicalized Poet at billgannett.substack.com/subscribe

1 min

On the power of the word to promote thermonuclear love. billgannett.substack.com

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Bill Gannett
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2022 - 2024
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